Jungkook stood, bare and blindfolded, his vulnerability palpable in the dim light. The two figures gently maneuvered him to lie upon the soft bed, his skin brushing against the cool sheets. As hands caressed his inner thighs, spreading them wide, Jungkook felt the warmth of a presence hovering above him. When those hands cupped his face, the unmistakable scent of Jimin's cologne confirmed whose touch he was experiencing.
"You're so beautiful, Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice a mix of desire and reverence. "Seeing you like this, so open and trusting, it stirs something fierce in me."
Jungkook's heart raced, his senses heightened by the blindfold, making every touch, every breath, resonate deeply within him. The anticipation was as intoxicating as the cologne that lingered in the air.
Jungkook didn't realize it, but he was indeed intoxicated by their scents. His mind, clouded by the aromatic allure, couldn't decide whether to resist or surrender. He was caught between excitement and fear.
"I'm going to taste you inch by inch," Jimin murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "Then, you'll feel my clones, each one going deeper into your skin, layer by layer."
Jungkook was undeniably aroused, his weak moans betraying his excitement over fear. He should have been scared, but instead, he found himself more thrilled than he'd ever been.
He moaned, yet no coherent words escaped his lips, just the sound of his pleasure filling the room.
"I knew it. You're going to love this, aren't you?" Jimin's voice was laden with satisfaction.
Under the influence of their intoxicating scents, Jungkook was certain he would enjoy it, nodding in agreement.
"I love my dolls silent, taking everything I give. Aren't you my doll, baby?" Jimin's words were both a command and a caress.
Jungkook nodded again, a whimper escaping him, signaling his submission and eagerness.
"Jimin, just start devouring him. We can't wait," the other figure urged, impatience lacing his tone.
"I will," Jimin replied, a smirk evident in his voice.
"But before that, shouldn't you introduce us to Jungkook?" another figure interjected.
"First, let me taste his skin inch by inch," Jimin whispered, his breath hot against Jungkook's neck. "Then, one by one, you'll all join, and I will introduce each of you, saying your name to him even though he's blindfolded."
"But Jimin, I doubt Jungkook will remember us later," another voice expressed, concern threading through his words.
"Jungkook doesn't need to know now. Let's not dwell on that. Let's give Jungkook what he deserves - our collective pleasure to fill his eager body," Jimin declared, his voice thick with anticipation.
Jungkook moaned once more, the sound echoing his rising desire. His fingers found Jimin's face, tracing the contours as if memorizing him through touch. Jimin responded by sucking on Jungkook's fingers, sending shivers through his body. Jungkook then wrapped his legs around Jimin's waist, pulling him closer in an intimate embrace. Jimin kissed Jungkook again, his lips claiming Jungkook's with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Jungkook held Jimin's head, drawing him even nearer, craving the connection.
Jimin broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to Jungkook's neck, where he left a trail of kisses. Jungkook arched his neck, offering himself completely to Jimin's exploration.
"You're mine to savor," Jimin whispered against his skin, each word punctuated by a kiss, a bite, a promise of more to come.
Jimin kissed Jungkook's neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys, branding him with passion. His journey continued downward, his teeth gently biting into the soft flesh of Jungkook's chest. Jungkook, overwhelmed by the sensations, held Jimin's head closer, his mouth agape with moans spilling out.
